This is a song about "Left"

Look, now roll my j tight

Im being pulled left and right

Smoking khaled, my weed the best

He was being a bully so i left

I'm a 417 with a bulletproof vest

That was good shit, is there any left

Contending factions, left with descending passions.

Weight stand out like pimples and cold-sore lips

'till there's nothin' left.

Damn, i ain't trying to disrespect

Udc where he met my mother

I left for one summer,

Take the exit, the nearest left

Rare shit, trend setting yea i be the best

Your man wale in his own damn lane

Right now using my left brain